“Getting there.”
She crawled back onto the mattress, now only with the fitted sheet and one pillow, and positioned herself directly in the middle. She put him on speakerphone as she settled. “I’m done,” she said into the darkness.
“Are you still wearing the same thing I last saw you in?”
“Yes.”
“Lose it.”
The command in his voice shuddered through her. She wasn’t used to taking commands; she was used to dishing them out. But there was something so thrilling, so forbidden about it that she couldn’t resist. It was only the two of them here where the night would always keep their secrets, and it felt right.
He wasn’t a guy for a slow, seductive reveal. She liked that. She usually wasn’t much for foreplay, as a woman who got more from the action than the build-up. He’d always gotten lucky with her—or so she liked to tell herself—because he went in for the kill so fast.
“I’m pretty sure I lost my panties in your backseat,” she told him.
“Oh, shit, seriously?”
Her shirt, skirt and bra landed in some unseen location across the room, and she lay back down. “Think you could find them and get them back for me? They’re kind of a favorite pair.”
“Hmm, maybe. What am I gonna get in return?”
She grinned. “My gratitude for giving back my rightful property?”
“I might want to keep them as a souvenir of the sexiest Valentine’s night of my life. And they’re so hot and red and lacy too. Were you hoping to show those off to someone tonight, babe?”
He was so bad. “Not necessarily. But I’m glad I did.”
“Me too. Yeah. I can’t even begin to tell you how glad I am.”
“You do deserve something, though. I didn’t get to return the favor.”
“You’ll get your chance.”
She mewled with frustration. He wasn’t here to see her, and she wanted so badly to be naked for him like she’d never really been before due to the cramped confines of his backseat. She wanted to open her legs like a wanton and imagine him standing at the foot of her bed, his dark eyes drinking her in. She wanted that chance now and cursed herself again for her stupidity. “Okay,” she whispered. “I’m undressed.”
He groaned, as if just the thought of her naked was agony to his arousal. “You’re so f**king hot, Macy. But you know, I wanted to imagine you lying there in nothing but those red panties. I was going to tell you to leave them on.”
“I have others like them. Different colors, though.”
“Which colors?”
“White. Black. Beige. And teal.”
“Hmm. The black. Put them on for me.”
“Are you serious?”
“Hell yes, I am. I need the mental image. Put them on.”
“Twisted,” she muttered as she climbed from the bed and was rewarded with his dastardly chuckle.
“You know it.”
Once her task was completed, she settled back on the bed in her black panties. “Now what?”
“Now talk to me, I know you can do it. I’m there with you. What do you want me to do?”
Macy had begun to forget her headache, her questionable stomach and all the other afflictions she’d woken up with. “I wish you were here. If you want, you could still—”
“Shh. What do you want me to do?”
“Kiss me.”
“Where?”
God, she was going to suck at this. But suddenly it didn’t matter. “My mouth, at first.”
“Just like I did in the car? Slow and teasing? Or rougher?”
She licked her lips just thinking about it. “Just like in the car. Slow and teasing to start off. Then rougher, like you can’t get enough of how I taste.”
“I couldn’t. And I’m there with you now, and you’re naked except for your panties, so you know I can’t resist kissing your ni**les. Run your fingers over them for me.”
They were already torturously tight from his words, his voice. Now her fingertips drew them even tighter. Her head sank into her pillow as she arched into her own hands, taking the full, aroused heaviness of her br**sts into her palms. She would offer them to him like this, cupping them underneath so he could kiss and lick his fill.
“You teased me in the car,” she said softly. “You didn’t put your mouth on my ni**les. I wanted you to.”
“I would do it now. I’d lick them and suck them until you couldn’t take it anymore. I wouldn’t take my mouth off them until you came, if you didn’t want me to.”
“I think I’d eventually have other uses for your mouth.” This really wasn’t that hard.
“Oh yeah? Tell me about them. I’m home, by the way. I’m getting into bed.”
She smiled into the darkness, glad he’d made it safely given the content of their discussion. “What are you wearing?” she asked.
“What do you want me to wear?”
“My needs are simple. Get naked.”
That evil-villain chuckle she was growing to love sounded in the darkness. She heard the tinkle of a belt buckle, the slide of denim being stripped off. “As you wish, my lady.”
Oh God. This wasn’t fair. She didn’t know what he looked like naked. Before, she’d come back to earth to discover the indignity of having her shirt pushed up, bra cups pushed down, skirt bunched around her hips and panties dangling from her left ankle. He’d only had to zip up. No, not fair at all.
She could imagine, because he usually wore his shirts a little snug, that he had a fantastic body. And she’d held his c**k in her hand, felt its thickness both with her fingers and in the devastating stretch of its intrusion into her body. The memory alone was enough to arch her body off the bed.
“Are you hard?” she asked, surprised at her husky tone.
“What the f**k do you think?”
She chuckled. “All the way?”
“Fully erect, baby. So hard it hurts.”
“How big is it?”
“Uh, don’t you know?”
“I’m talking precise measurements.”
This laugh was less evil-villain and more jovial. “Why, Macy. A nice young lady like yourself, asking such a thing. I’m appalled.”
“Oh, come on. Guys always know how big they are.”
“Big enough that I should tie a bow around it and attach a little card that says ‘To: Macy. You’re welcome. Love, Seth.’”
She barked with laughter, amazed for a moment that they could go from red-hot murmurings to easy humor in a matter of seconds. “Keep this up and I’ll text you a picture,” he warned, further fueling her laughter.
“No freaking way!”
“Oh, but you want me over here busting out a ruler for your edification.”
“You keep this up and I’m going to demand that you come over and show me in person.”
“Feeling better now?”
“Mm-hmm.” She writhed against her mattress restlessly. “Well…actually I think it’s more that I just don’t care how I feel.”
“Ah. As much as I want that—and you have no idea—let’s enjoy the ride until we get there. This will give us something to think about all day.”